Light Between Worlds [ENG]

A cinematic, melancholic piece capturing JP’s first encounter with the Light House in The Story Whisperers. Dreamy guitars, deep piano, and luminous synths echo the fragile seam between realities—where light binds worlds and JP walks the line with awe and uncertainty. The Story Whisperers: The Album: https://suno.com/playlist/fce93aff-b59e-4c48-a3d1-19b980d477f8 jpbbantigue.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ They are the Watch, the sky’s divide, Dreamers’ ghosts, the light inside. I see their gaze across the sea, Their song still burns inside of me. Glass beneath and sky above, The air is warm with borrowed love. Light drips down like melted gold, Stories breathe from tales retold. Every cloud a page unturned, Every flame a dream that burned. In silence, I can almost hear The shape of thought becoming clear. The air is alive with forgotten prayers, Carried by time, ascending stairs. The Light House hums, the world aligned, Where dream and waking intertwine. They said this world was made of thought, Of what the dreamers almost forgot. And every wish, and every sin, Becomes the stars that pull us in. I see the hands that built this light— The Elders guard both day and night. The world below is made from dreams, And I’m the voice between their seams. Oneiro’s calm, Mara’s grace, Carved in every shining face. Their voices blend, the echoes spin, The dream begins again within. Feather, flame, and blood combined, The bridge of hearts and human mind. Creation weeps, creation sings— I am the pulse of waking things. The tower hums beneath my hand, The sky is close, I understand. Dreams don’t end—they only bend, And light between worlds will never end.